She Was Like the Snow

by FlameBrainx791

"She was like the snow, and he like the cherry blossoms. So similar, yet so different. She had left like the wind, and now she's gone like the only fourteenth spring he'd ever had." A poem for Kaori and Kousei.

Authors Note: Heya guys! I'm back with a quick one-shot poem. I only just recently watched the last episode of Your Lie in April due to reasons and I felt the need to post something to rant a bit. Not rant really, more like let out my feelings. Anyway, please vote in the poll on my page. I'm going to wait until at least 10 people vote before I choose which one of the stories I should write first. Oh well, I hope you cried as much as I did watching the episode. Please review with your thoughts!

Summary: "She was like the snow, and he like the cherry blossoms. So similar, yet so different. She had left like the wind, and now she's gone like the only fourteenth spring he'd ever had." A poem for Kaori and Kousei.

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She was like the snow,
and he like the cherry blossoms.
So similar, yet so different.
She had left like the wind,
and now she's gone
like the only fourteenth spring he'd ever had.

She was like the snow.
Soft and gentle,
beautiful but fierce.
Delicate as she melted slowly,
but she had made her mark.

He was like the cherry blossoms.
Blooming beautifully,
but fading when spring ends.
Bringing the world out of monotone,
but he could only take one fall.

She left like the wind.
Blowing softly and gently away.
Caressing the faces of the one's she loves,
never to return again.

Isn't it sad
how spring ends so quickly?
The fourteenth year,
and the fourteenth spring.
The fifteenth year
and the fifteenth spring,
but it won't pass by quite so fast.

Violin
Piano
The melody of two souls.
Sporadic
Glowing
Shining in the light of day
Mourning in the dark of night

Let it ring.
Let it reach her.
Let him realize there's so much to live for.
Show him the color.
Lead him out of the dark.
Stop him from drowning.

The notes he couldn't hear.
The notes he now can.
At the bottom of the ocean.
Drowning,
Suffocating,
Muting the music.

If she shines
he will shine with her.
Play a symphony
Save a life
Give up the piano so he can accompany you.

She was like the snow,
and he like the cherry blossoms.
So similar, yet so different.
She left like the wind,
and now she's gone
Like the only fourteenth spring he'd ever had.